bone and scar

bone and scar

of all the dark spaces,

in all the world.

i am lost inside a tunnel,

leading neither back,

nor on;

peopled with apparitions of memory,

hopes cosseted underfoot,

no longer gleamed

by the diminishing light.

walls leer close,

reminding there is little point,

in struggling,

for stuck, is stuck,

is stuck.

darker now, than ever

before, bones of lovers gone,

conspire to unbalance me;

bring me to the floor.

the only light, so fragile,

i risk extinguishing it

through my whispered reassurances.

lost. far from the reach of the moon,

that friendly face of childhood,

bruised, too soon.

old glory, no longer lights the way.

saving breath,

my mantra has become

desperately internal.

as deep underground,

i scrabble for love,

amidst bone and scar,

no longer able to believe,

i’ll find moonlight,

once more.